[ti]closed[/ti]Team Renovation

"What a thrill..."

Gravel crunched beneath combat boots as Orion walked through the empty city streets.  A ping and PM had alerted him of his destination, and thus he had his heading.  Of course, job or not it wasn't like he was just going to turn down an invitation to spend more time with Laguna.  In front of him, Gilgamesh skittered about from cover to cover softly singing to himself, buggy brain wrapped in an urban camo bandanna and his cheeks smeared with...well, something he'd found on the ground.

"With darkness and silence through the night..."

Orion was kinda concerned about it honestly.

"What a thrill..."

Still, the Hotel came to view and so did the rest of the crew, drawing a smile across Orion's lips.  Such an expression had grown more scarce as of late, revelations and realizations had left his mind in a semi constant state of turmoil.  Unovr was supposed to be an escape, but more and more it held an ugly mirror up to his life and left him wondering if he could afford to spend these precious moments stolen away in his room stuck in a lucid state while his body sweat in bed idly.  There were things to do, family to help, preparations to be be made.  A small knot of guilt welled up in his belly for the briefest of moments.  Then the Frigibax let out it's cry and his doubt melted like a popsicle on the summer sidewalk.

"I'm searching and I'll melt into you"

"Really lil man?"  Orion asked with a quirked brow, amusement clearly displayed on his face.  "You gotta ask ME the password?  Like this sick bandanna and handsome mug aren't practically the spokesperson of big PLASMA?  Dude I'm so hot I'm practically a fifth state of matter that's so sick you gotta thing about it flipways, open your mind and raise your Cuils my man."  He would kneel down and dap up the tiny mon, before raising up and setting his eyes upon Verai.  

"What a fear in my heart...."

"Ayy!" He called out, walking over and offering his fellow Plasma member a high five.  "Wassup V!  You seen Blue about yet?  How boutchu?"  He'd ask the Litten, "You seen Laguna lil fugitive?"  

"But you're so supreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeme!"

Gilgamesh had seized the opportunity to skitter past the guard mon into the hotel, looking for Laguna within the ruined lobby.

"I GIVE MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIFE, NOT FOR HONOR BUT FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

His voice echoed loudly through the rubble, bare concrete and ruined walls the perfect echo chamber to add a level of drama to the song he was singing, where the hell he'd encountered such a tune was far beyond Orion's ability to comprehend, most likely something learned when spending unsupervised time with MOM.  He tended to come back with a belly full of Moreos and radical ideas about the Federal Government.